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My Living Space

My old room is haunted yes, but not scary. I lay in a different bed but stare at the same ceiling. The night shows the sparkly constellations I remember finding in the spray finish on the ceiling. There is still a homey peace there. The essence of a family who loved the best they could.

 

In the air words from beloved stories float around me. My long-departed dog shares the bed. There is safety here, I am reluctant to leave. And yet the world calls. Just as I once left the womb, I need to leave the comfort of my childhood room.

 

I think I will gather the memories and take them with me. Somehow, I will summon courage to bid my parents goodbye as we now take our separate journeys. Knowing someday we will share our stories together again.

See you on the other side.

 



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